Maybe it was those years working as a florist, but I used to truly despise Valentines' Day. Red roses made me cringe. And before I was pregnant with Riley, I never ate chocolate. So, a holiday whose trademarks were things I deplored wasn't big in my books.
I still maintain that people need to tell each other how much they love one another EVERY day, not just on the 14th of February, but I have forged some fun traditions for my three favorite Valentines. And, naturally, it's centered around food. I still don't like red roses.
Each year, I create a food-themed basket for each of my boys. Last year I made a "Bananas 'Bout You" basket for my littlest monkey, that included plantain chips, dried bananas, banana bread, and more; for Riley, it was a "You're the Apple of My Eye" basket full of fresh apples, apple rings, and apple cider. Jacob received a "We're quite a Pear!" with chocolate-pear-infused truffles, dried pears, and a hard pear cider.
I haven't quite decided on the boys' baskets for this year, but Jacob is getting an "I'm NUTS About You" basket. I'm thinking a bottle of Frangelico, hazelnut coffee, homemade biscotti laden with nuts, Moroccan-spiced nuts, and more...